Snow
Well, we woke up this morning to find the fields covered in…nothing! This was a big disappointment to #1 and #2, who were expecting a day off school to charge about and build snowmen, and a big disappointment to me – I was secretly anticipating a nice snowed-in day in bed. This feeling was made much worse when, turning on Sky News, we were astonished to see the weather lady standing right next to the bypass in our old town in the UK, surrounded by drifts of snow and with more fat snowflakes falling steadily all around her. We’ve been robbed.
B emailed me yesterday to tell me that the school had already closed due to a broken boiler. This was another crushing blow to #2; not only are his mates getting all the snow, they’re getting the day off to play in it.
Just to even things up, though, everyone is equally miserable about the football. Hubby is thoroughly miserable because England lost to Spain, and the Irish are miserable because of their performance against San Marino. This is apparently even though they actually won. I’ll never understand football.
One thing that is cheering me up, though, is the imminent visit of my Mum. This means that we will spend the whole week laughing, eating, drinking and having fun. We’re going to book another trip to the lovely spa here, and this time are planning on getting a nice pedicure, in the belief that although your feet don’t get to see much daylight in February, that doesn’t mean that they shouldn’t be beautiful. We’ll also be doing lots of lovely shopping, maybe even driving down to Dublin to visit some unfeasibly large shopping centre or other, oh and we’ll certainly have a glass or two (we share a Pinot Grigio gene). Actually, as I write, it’s now starting to snow. Maybe we’ll be able to create our Irish snow-person (PC, me) after all.
